The Negligent Slave Owner and the New Taskmaster

Once upon a time there was a slave owner who saw his thralls simply as workforce and nothing more. They were to be bought, and replaced upon backbreaking death just like a lifeless tool, yet still he allowed them a life of sorts. They were to be fed, clothed and forced and hurt, but to this slave owner the savage minds and barbarous talk of his slaves were of no consequence, and beneath his dignity to concern himself with. He was indeed a negligent man, for only those righteous in the eyes of the Father of Darkness know and act upon the need to utterly crush the will and inner worth of the slaves to keep them in line. So careless was this slave owner, that he did not realize that he, and he alone must reduce his property to truly lifeless tools.

One day, a new taskmaster was hired by the slave owner. Even though the taskmaster was a man of lowly birth and meagre skills, his simple wits still grasped the workings of slavedriving better than his superior did. Yet he did not carry out his duties bereft of doubt as ordained in unholy scripture, but immediately turned to his employer for directions even in trifling matters.

”Master, the newly bought Gnoblars have started flinging their own filth at each other. They find spiteful mirth therein, which is a sign of a free and willful life of heart that cannot be allowed to persist. Shall I let sew shut the behinds of some and flog others to put the fear of the Bull God in them?” asked the new taskmaster.

”No. As long as they work we shall not concern ourselves with the doings of the scum,” answered the negligent slave owner.

Next day, the taskmaster sought out the slave owner anew:

”Master, the Goblins' chatter has vexed the Orcs. The waggling of tongues goes hither and thither, casting curses upon fellow slaves and who knows even ourselves? They find spiteful refuge therein, which is a sign of a free and willful life of heart that cannot be allowed to persist. Shall I cut out the tongues of some and flay others to put the fear of the Bull God in them?” asked the new taskmaster.

”No. As long as they work we shall not concern ourselves with the doings of the scum,” answered the negligent slave owner.

The day after that, the taskmaster once again sought out the slave owner:

”Master, the Orcs have started to chant to their foreign gods, stomping and grunting and spitting. They arouse each other, and their crude singing is turning into wordless shouts. They find unruly pride therein. Shall I rip the jaws off from some and maim others to put the fear of the Bull God in them?” asked the new taskmaster.

”No. As long as they work we shall not concern ourselves with the doings of the scum,” answered the negligent slave owner.

Next day, the taskmaster did not seek out the slave owner, and the slave owner did not decline to give the command to quench the spirit of the slaves akin to how one almost quench life in a torture victim by keeping it submerged in foul water until almost dead. For this day, they were both dead from the night's slave uprising, the one fallen for his idiotic negligence, the other for his spineless doubt. And indeed the free Greenskins ate the negligent slave owner and taskmaster while still alive and conscious, though badly wounded, and the cackling and jeering of savages was the last thing the fools heard as life left them at the fangs and tusks of their own Greenskin slaves. For such is the fate of those who would not know their toil for its true nature.

- The Negligent Slave Owner and the New Taskmaster, by Daemonsmith Uhr-Kulmbizharr the Blind, the renowned Chaos Dwarf author of fable stories during the foundation of Zharr-Naggrund